> > > > "I will talk to Selara and request that she have some more care in > > antagonizing you. Especially since it affects me directly as well." > > > " I wish you luck Ambassador, but I am not sure that you will be all >that successful. However, I will defer to your judgement and experience >in this matter.", he said in a manner that betrayed his feelings that >success was but a dream. >
Celana smiled and took her leave of him. "Have a good rest this afternoon, Admiral." She gave him the traditional tilt of her head and headed towards the Promenade, her security detail in tow. Once at the Promenade, she made a beeline to Bran'na's Spa. The proprieter, gruff, unamused Bran'na, only grunted when she walked through the door. "Was wondering when you'd show up." "Ah, Bran'na," Celana said sadly, "How much longer will you feel indebted to serve my cousin before returning to your homeworld?" "Debt has nothing to do with it, Ambassador," Bran'na replied blandly, "My homeworld is cold and rainy and I hate it. Your cousin pays me, and pays me well. By the time I leave here, I'll have enough to retire early, comfortably, in a place where it never rains. Now what can I do for you?" "I am here to see my cousin. She knows I'm here." "Go back, first door on the left. Leave your goons; you all can't fit back there and you'll scare the customers." Celana nodded to her guards, all but one whom stationed themselves in the waiting room. She and the remaining guard went back, and Celana went into the room. TBC... -Sera _________________________________________________________________ Join the world�s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com
